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Ihave never had this much sex in my life. Hell, I’ve never spent this muchtimewith anyone in my life. And the best part is, I don’t have to be all needy and awkward and ask Will if maybe he’d like to come over on a daily basis. No. This motherfucker tellsmehe’ll be here as soon as he’s out of work and I better be ready, then proceeds to spend the rest of his waking hours devoted to me.

Usually we have lunch or dinner or whatever, and he spends the entire time lavishing me with contact. Kissing me, and holding me, and touching meconstantlyso he’s always on me. And always, always at some point, he winds up dragging me to the bedroom where he fucks me senseless. Until I don’t think I can move anymore and I don’t even want to try. And I kind of fucking love it. I really fucking love it. I love how he treats me like he owns me and I love waking up every day covered in bite marks and bruises from him spending the night claiming me and I even love how the soreness lingers like a memory, so even when he’s not there, I’m instantly brought back to the nightbefore and him panting right in my ear how much he adores me. Maybe to some it’s like being chewed up and spit out, but Will consumes my body entirely and I’ve never had anyone who did that before. Never had anyone I wanted to give it over to, either.

This also means, as much as I belong to Will, he belongs to me. Now, I’m not the possessive type like him. More the petty type. I want to grab every man around him and shove their nose into our relationship until they recoil and maintain their distance. Those that don’t will be dealt with in other ways. Part of my daily routine over the last month has become driving past the farm and popping in just to say hello and be adorable and remind Will exactly what’s waiting for him when he’s done working.

Only this morning, there’s another car parked at the back of the lot where Cheryl and the other employees always leave their vehicles. Huh. Maybe Jesse got a new car. No way Lucy is done with maternity leave yet. Cheryl, being the sweetheart she is, gave Lucy double the amount of time most women get. Still probably not long enough and maybe even why we have a whole generation of fucked-up kids that are now milling around as fucked-up adults, but that’s beside the point. It’s still better than Lucy would get working anywhere else in town.

The bell jingles when I open the door, iced coffee for Will in hand. And who should I see standing at the register right beside my boyfriend, but some fresh-faced platinum-blond teenybopper in skinny jeans.

“Hi, welcome to Moonlight Meadow Farm. Shit. Moonlit Meadow Farm. Fuck, I just said shit, didn’t I?”

Will snorts. “You picked the right person to fuck that up on.” Then he turns right to me with a warm smile. “Afternoon, baby.”

I wordlessly offer the iced coffee to Will, which he accepts with an even wider smile before taking a sip, then gesturing to me.

“Riley, this is my boyfriend. Boyfriend, this is the new hire to fill in while Lucy’s on leave.”

Lovely.

Will snickers at my prickly attitude and pulls me across the counter to plant a kiss on my lips. “Couldn’t stay away?”

“Never can,” I say with a sigh.

“Good. Because I can’t wait to see you later.”

Sigh. Well, that quells my insides. For now.

“You guys are a really cute couple,” Riley chimes in. “You’re going to have to introduce me to some people. I don’t really know anyone yet except Will.”

And there goes my good mood. I’m all twitchy again.

“Yes, young Riley is new to the area and already well aware of how small the pool of available options is out here,” Will says.

“What about Jesse?” I ask with a wide smile.

“Ah… yeah… that could work. Maybe. I guess.” Will forces a laugh. “You’ll meet him eventually, anyway. He works here, too.”

Riley does that happy little clap, and it’s enough to make me want to vomit. I suppose the one comforting thing is Will showing no interest in who’s right beside him. He really does have eyes only for me and he hasn’t taken them off me yet.

Will pulls me back for one more kiss, one that can make me weak in my knees, then smiles at me. “Until tonight, baby.”

Well, that puts me in a good enough mood that I may just make it out of here without losing my shit publicly. Instead, I imagine what would’ve happened had Riley been brash enough to hit onme,and that makes me smile to myself before I leave.

Will gets out of work only a few hours later, and by now I’m used to the routine. He comes into the house, we plan our evening, then we conclude with him ravaging me senseless. It’s a good routine, not only because it’s predictable, but because it requires very little effort on my part. When Will arrives that evening, instead of our cute and domestic song-and-dance, he scoops me right up with a grin.

“I’ve been thinking of you all day,” he whispers against my mouth, pulling my lower lip in between his teeth.

“Yeah?” I hum.

“After you left, that twink went out of his way to tell me how cute he thought you were. All I could think about the rest of my shift was bending you over the counter and fucking you right in front of him.”

That gets me to smile.

“Oh, you like that, huh?” Will’s nose grazes near my ear while he nips at my neck. “Good, because I have a surprise for you.”

“Am I going to like it?” I snicker.

“Probably not at first,” he says. “But you will.”

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